Chapter 45
“Wh-what do you mean?” I stuttered out, my heart hammering in my chest
“Make a decision on if you want me, Katrina. But know if you say yes there’s no going back from it, Silas warned, staring down at me.
If I wanted him? If I wanted to be in his sub
My mind screamed no, for me to run but my entire body betrayed me.
How can I say I didn’t want him when I was already wet and dripping?
I knew this was all because of the sexual attraction between us, but if I said yes to it, would I want more than that?
Even if I wanted it, would Silas give me a bit moremof himself?
I wasn’t quite sure about that.
My gaze met his and the battle in my mind slowly faded.
I couldn’t refuse him, not when every piece of my being wanted him.
I wanted to say no, to push away from him and leave, but I lost the battle before it even started.
Yes, I whispered, barely audible but I knew he heard it.
A small smile rugged at his lips and his eyes darkened with lust.
My heart thumped faster as he raked his eyes over my body, taking in every little detail about me.
I felt conscious of my body at this point. What if he suddenly doesn’t like my body?
What if it’s too pale for him?
Different thoughts ran through my mind, making me feel less of my self.
What if I’m not what he truly wants?
I turn my face away, avoiding his gaze
“Do not hide from me, Katrina. You’re perfect. Every y curve, every inch of you,”
“And if you don’t believe it, let me show you,” He leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that made my head spin.
It was powerful, raw and it left me feeling high, as if I was floating.
My hands which were still cuffed above my head couldn’t touch him and the frustration-only heightened my desire.
Silas pulled back slightly, his breath warm against my skin.
“Pick a safe word, he instructed, his fingers grazing the edge
“Something that will make me stop when you need it.”
A safe word, huh?
A word I’d use when things get too intense and I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
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My mind scrambled, still dizzy from the kiss.
“Spongebob,” I blurted out, not fully thinking. It was the first thing that came to mind and so I used it.
Silas eyebrow arched, obviously amused by my choice but he didn’t question it
“Spongebob, it is,” His hands roamed down my bdy, making me shiver. “Now relax, Katrina. Let me worship you.
This was the first time I was doing something like this. What if don’t do it well?
I couldn’t control the thoughts I was getting and relaxing seemed like a foreign thing to me.
Silas grabbed a bottle of oil from the nightstand, pouring a small amount into his palms before rubbing them together.
“Lie flat on the back, Silas ordered and I did exactly as he said, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
“You’re still tense Katrina,” He said while placing his palm on my shoulders.
The coolness of the oil sent shivers down my spine and up.
His touch was firm yet soothing as he began to massage my body, starting with my shoulders and working his way down.
When his fingers slipped lower, teasing between my legs, a moan escaped my lips.
Silas slid a finger inside me and my body responded immediately, arching toward him.
He moved slowly, expertly while his other hand still massaging my hips.
“Relax” he whispered. “Let go. I’m only going light today,”
“I’d only use my fingers today”
His words were both reassuring and teasing, but they didn’t stop the overwhelming sensation building inside me.
I felt disappointed when be said he would only use his fingers, but I couldn’t complain about that.
“Have you ever done this with anyone else?” he asked, his voice low and soft, but the question felt like a test.
I felt embarrassed by the question and I bit my cheek, turning my face away as I moaned loudly.
“Answer me Katrina, have you let another man touch you this way?” his fingers moved in and out me, bringing tears to my eyes and I arched my back in pleasure.
I shook my head, biting my lip to stop me from crying out.
“No,” I managed to say, breathless.
Silas’ grin widened, a dark satisfaction settling in his eyes. “Good” he whispered, increasing the pressure just enough to make
me tremble.
His hand remained between my legs, his fingers moving slowly but It didn’t bring the release I wanted
My breathing came in shallow gasps, and the ache inside me grew unbearable.
Every time I thought he might give me the release I craved, he paused, letting the anticipation build and leaving me
wanting more.
It was frustrating, my body was crying from the torture, but I couldn’t do anything.
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